When they heard clearly what Nan Yuanman said, both Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu turned green.

The female ghost answered her shyly, "Little fairy, you are still young, you don't understand. For a woman, husbands... can be many, many."

"Only two..."

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Yanxiu, his face ashen, rushed forward and covered Nan Yuanman's ears, saying in a deep voice, "Miss, please stop talking."

Feng Jingcheng quickly moved closer to Nan Yuanman and cried out, "Little sister! Don't spread rumors!"

"I've never been in a relationship! I don't even have a girlfriend yet! So how could I be your husband?"

Feng Yanxiu nodded, pursed his lips, and said, "I... haven't had a girlfriend yet either."

"Besides, we are not from the same era, so how could I possibly be your husband?"

Hearing this, the female ghost hiding in the longevity lock became unhappy. She floated out holding her child, looking at them with a resentful expression, as if they were unfaithful men: "How could you say such a thing?"

"If you weren't my husband, why would you go to the trouble of having someone properly bury me and my child?" she asked Feng Yanxiu, then asked Feng Jingcheng.

"If you weren't my husband, why did you snuggle into my arms that day in the carriage?"

The female ghost hugged the ghost doll, a blush rising on her ashen face. She said shyly, "In our time, you... were already considered my husband, and you were responsible for me. How could you not be my husband?"

"Child, hurry." She patted the ghost doll's back: "Call me Daddy."

The ghost doll obediently called out to Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu, "Big Daddy, Second Daddy!"

Feng Jingcheng and Feng Yanxiu's faces instantly darkened.

Feng Jingcheng: "Don't call me that, I'm not your father! Your age is older than my great-grandfather! I don't have a child your age!"

When the ghost doll was scolded by him, it subconsciously revealed a ghostly look on its face. But when it saw Nan Yuanman take out a copper coin sword from his small satchel, the ghostly look on its face quickly disappeared, and it turned around and went into the female ghost's stomach without daring to do anything rash.

He and his mother saw it yesterday; this little fairy is incredibly vicious!

With just a copper coin sword, he could chop those evil spirits into mincemeat, which was much better than the Taoist priests he and his mother had encountered before who had to perform rituals!

He wouldn't dare to act recklessly in front of her.

The female ghost's face stiffened slightly, and she looked at Feng Jingcheng with a mournful expression, her voice tinged with a sob: "Husband, you're so fierce~"

"I'm so sad, I'm so heartbroken, waaaaaah~~~"

The female ghost pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, and with her fingers delicately raised, she covered her face with the handkerchief and began to sob softly.

Hearing her cries, Feng Jingcheng felt a pang of heartache for a moment. He looked helplessly at the sobbing female ghost and said, "Hey, don't cry. I... I didn't mean to."

Nan Yuanman frowned instantly, her face darkened, and she pulled out a talisman from her small bag and threw it at her without hesitation.

The talisman struck the female ghost, who screamed and flew out, crashing heavily to the ground.

The ghost doll that had been inside the female ghost's belly was also thrown out, and it screamed, "Mother!"

He abruptly turned his head and glared at Nan Yuanman, his ashen face revealing a ghostly appearance. With a low growl, he charged at Nan Yuanman, baring his fangs and claws: "You dare to hurt my mother! I'll kill you!"

"Yan'er! Come back!" the female ghost cried out in alarm.

Nan Yuanman slapped the flying ghost doll back like a ball, and said unhappily, "Get this straight, she was the one who used ghost magic to bewitch my brother in front of me first!"

"If she hadn't used her ghost magic first, I wouldn't have attacked her at all."

The female ghost rushed forward in a panic to catch the ghost doll that flew back. The ghost doll burrowed into her arms and wailed, "Mommy, she bullied me! She bullied me! Waaaaah!!"

"There's nothing you can do even if she bullies your mother; your mother can't beat her either," the female ghost said, hugging him with a sorrowful expression.

The two, one big and one small, hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Nan Yuanman: "..."

Feng Jingcheng: "..."

Feng Yanxiu: "..."

This scene makes them seem like the three of them are the villains who are bullying the ghost.

Nan Yuanman felt a pang of guilt for a few seconds before interrupting the mother and son who were sobbing uncontrollably: "Alright! Stop crying! Tell me the truth, why are you clinging to my two older brothers? What are your demands?"

"I...I just want to find a father for my child," the female ghost said, hugging the ghost doll with a pitiful expression.

When the workers dug her and her child out, she was furious to see that their "home," where they had lived for so long, had been destroyed.

In particular, when Li Dali broke the child's neck and crushed the head in order to take the longevity lock she had made for the child out of gold, her anger and resentment overwhelmed her reason.

That very evening, she took her child to teach Li Dali a lesson.

She wanted to kill him outright, but she remembered that the Taoist priest who performed the ritual for them had said that if she and her child had any lives on their hands, they would not be able to pass on to the afterlife.

She and her child could only terrify Li Dali so much that he ran away in a panic and handed the golden longevity lock over to Feng Yanxiu.

At first, the female ghost thought that Feng Yanxiu was like those greedy people and would lock Jin Changming away.

Unexpectedly, he bought a very nice box, put the longevity lock inside, and then found someone to find an auspicious burial site for the mother and son, where they were properly buried together with the longevity lock.

As the female ghost spoke, her face flushed again, and she gave Feng Yanxiu a flirtatious wink: "Whether I was alive or dead, I have never seen such a gentle man who cares so much about me and my child, so... I fell in love with him at first sight."

Feng Yanxiu's face stiffened, and he looked away.

"Besides, my child and I have been dead for so long, and my dead husband hasn't come to pick us up. I don't want to wait for him anymore, so I might as well find a new father for my child."

Nan Yuanman listened, paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "How did you die?"

"Don't even mention it." The female ghost looked gloomy. "I took my child out for a boat trip, and when we got to the middle of the lake, I don't know what happened, but there was a big hole in the bottom of the boat, and my child and I drowned."

"I don't know what happened that day, but my guards were unusually slow to arrive, and I'd also had a few drinks, so..."

The female ghost hugged the ghost doll in her arms tightly with a look of regret: "If only I had chosen a different boat that day."

Feng Langqing and Feng Yanxiu sensed something was amiss. They exchanged a glance, and Feng Langqing asked, "What's your husband's name?"

Before the female ghost could look at him, he quickly added, "I was talking about the husband you married before, not the two of us."

"And... what's your name?"

The female ghost said listlessly, "Oh, that dead ghost, his name is Song Bohan, and mine is He Shimin."

She gave Feng Jingcheng a sweet smile: "Husband, you can call me Minmin~"

Feng Jingcheng: "..." with a polite smile.

While the female ghost was not paying attention to him, Feng Yanxiu took out his phone and searched for the name Song Bohan.

Soon, the search engine displayed his dynasty: "Song Bohan, courtesy name Mingyuan...a writer of the Dacheng Dynasty..."

Feng Yanxiu quickly skimmed over his long description and focused directly on the introduction of his wife. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth to say, "Song Bohan's wife's name is... Xue Ziqing." Not He Shimin.